[Otacon had managed to hit a stroke of good luck around here; things were nice, really nice. Even if he was in a bit of a weird place as far as relationships went, he was happy for the moment.]
[And then the lights went out as he was walking to the kitchen. Now Otacon wasn't exactly afraid of the dark, strictly speaking.]
I...Ivan? Liquid? A...anyone?
[He was afraid of what might have been in it.]
[For
breakuliquid and eventually
viscous_serpent]